A Mysterious Figure
French Horns Are Better Than Trombones
Olivandra and Oliver Kelspar
"He's holding on to the rope now, pull him up!" Olivandra called, leaning over the railing. She hauled on the rope, flicking her long hair behind her back. She heard faint words being called up by the boy, but couldn't make them out exactly. "I think he said something about planks? Maybe wooden planks or something?"
"Why would he be talking about wooden planks? Is he made of wood or something?" Oliver asked, pulling the rope up behind her.
Olivandra laughed. "What, like Pinocchio? Now that I would love to see. But no, from here he looks like an ordinary human, or at least, he has the usual two arms, two legs and ordinarily shaped face. But who knows, maybe he's actually got another eye hidden somewhere."
"Oh, shut up and keep pulling. He must be exhausted if he's been swimming after the ferry," Oliver said. He hoped that the boy, whoever he was, was okay, especially if he wasn't some magical water sprite or something. Even he, with his previous track team history, would barely be able to survive if he was told to swim after a ferry. In fact, he'd call that person downright insane. He'd have to find out how this kid had managed to catch up to the ferry when they got him up. "Keep pulling, he's almost up!" He said to O and Azure.
Eventually, with a little bit more work, they managed to get the boy over the railing and onto the boat. "Hey, are you alright? I'm amazed you've managed to catch up with the ferry. What's your name?" Oliver asked, grinning, as he held out a hand to help the boy up. "I'm Oliver Kelspar, it's nice to meet you."